This is a song about "Hoping the weed out weighs this lyric"

This battles blackjack my lyric score gets twenty one,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

It weighs heavy in our minds and is part of the decision when we make it.

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Who substituted for this weed

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

The whole crowd's fiendish for this weed, but i'm sold out